Clash

Under the mottled specks of light, Bai Jiantao's entire body was hidden beneath a great black robe. Such attire would certainly draw eyes on the street, yet Bai Jiantao seemed like a drop of water melting into the sea—so ordinary he was no different from anyone else, with no trace of anything unusual.

As an Innate Expert, his use of the mind surpassed even Xiang Yang's. He wielded minor arts of befuddling people's hearts with consummate mastery, leaving no trace behind. Of course, that was also because among ordinary people, it was truly difficult to find anyone who had cultivated Spiritual Martial Arts.

"Bai Jiantao, Xiang Yang has changed his appearance and is dining at an inn three streets away. If you hurry, you might still catch him red-handed..."

Bai Jiantao had been following the crowd in an aimless drift when a hoarse reminder suddenly sounded beside him. A glint of killing intent flashed through his eyes. He knew these people were using him to deal with Xiang Yang, yet he had no choice but to accept their help.

Though he had also cultivated a primordial spirit, he had not reached the point of locking onto a soul from a thousand miles away, and he was even less skilled in tracking. Had people not guided him repeatedly along the way, Xiang Yang would have shaken him off without a trace long ago.

As for the people who had continually helped him locate Xiang Yang, Bai Jiantao had initially believed they were experts from the Divine Constable Gate luring him into a trap. Later, however, he came to feel otherwise.

If the Divine Constable Gate had known his whereabouts, they would have surrounded and captured him long ago. There would have been no need for such petty tricks, so they could